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In which metaphors start off okay, then start to go wrong.

Ahoy fine people!  So, I went to Davis.  I am super proud of the Aggie students and faculty.  At the protest, the kids were so cute and polite and respectful it was almost wrong.  (Come on!  Get MAD!)  But there sure were a whole lot of us.  Thousands upon thousands.

Yay us!

Would you like to see a whole bunch of me?  If so, please come to the Outdoor Art Club in Mill Valley this Thursday at 1 PM to watch me shower the audience with history, romance, and my dazzling personality.  If you would like to see a little less of me–like maybe have a little amuse-bouche of me rather than the full-on Elena platter–please come to the Babylon Salon Reading Series at the Cantina in San Francisco this Saturday at 7 PM.  I will be part of a varied tasting menu of delicious authors.

This week, I have submitted to my ongoing obsession with this whole Titanic thing and written a short, hopefully polished piece about it.  I also got feedback from my agent about the perfume nose story, so that one’s back on the table.  Short stories are good: it’s kind of a relief to suck over the course of fifteen pages rather than suck over the course of three hundred.  To stay fit, you have to vary your training in sucking: even if a suckage marathon is the goal, sometimes you have to do a suckage sprint to keep your prose muscles spry at sucking.  Wow.  I apologize for the last two sentences.  But, clearly I am not ashamed enough of myself, because I did not delete them.

UC Davis

When I first saw this image I was.  So pissed.  I could.  Not.  Form.  Cogent sentences.

I am not really a big protest person, but I am going to Davis with my Comp Lit posse tomorrow.  The video footage this photo was pulled from is easily googleable if you can stomach watching it.  The policeman steps over the crouching passive protesters shaking his pepper spray like a can of Raid and strolls down the line blasting these kids in the face as dispassionately as if he were spraying a bunch of roaches along the wainscoting in his house.  AMERICA, WHAT THE FUCK.  I could go on a very, very long rant about this, but arguments are often best made in picture form.  I found this on my facebook feed this morning:

So there.

All that officer did was prove those students completely right for asking what America has done to itself.  It hurts so much to watch a beacon nation degrade its own ideals.  We have to work our way back from this.  Come on.  There are more of us than there are of them.

Meanwhile, an open note to Officer Pike:

Do you want to be the guard who kept the third class passengers locked down below to maintain order on the Titanic?  That guy drowned too, you know.

And an open note to the students:

I am proud of you, kids.  Carry on.